When I saw Fang Laique again, this "family son" was still sleeping soundly in the previous official residence, as if he was not worried about Fang Chongyong at all. After the other party woke up, as soon as they met, the guy said happily: "I know that your husband will be fine."
"You know this as well?"
Fang Chongyong picked up the dark clay pot and poured himself a glass of water, but thinking about the strange smell when he drank the water before, he instantly lost his mood and could only put down the water glass.
"Of course I know. Even the slave here can have someone to bring food and water, and he is safe and sound. How can something happen to Mr. Lang?"
Fang Laique has no sense of superiority or inferiority, and his out-of-touch temper cannot be changed at all.
Fang Chongyong still couldn't connect with his brain circuit. He waved his hands impatiently and said, "Don't talk nonsense. I'm annoyed."
Fang Chongyong always felt that the way Wang Zhongsi looked at him was strange, and he probably didn't back away because of the poem, but he couldn't figure out what happened.
"Wang Zhongsi... this name seems familiar. Who is he?"
Fang Chongyong paced back and forth in the simple bedroom, lowered his head in thought, and asked to himself.
"Wang Zhongsi, the God of War of the Tang Dynasty, was the military governor of the four towns during the Tianbao period. He was brave, fearless, and loyal. He never failed in his life. He was the pillar of the country."
Fang Laique's duck voice sounded again, without a trace of emotion, and his tone was completely different from his usual tone!
Fang Zhong raised his head bravely, only to see that Fang Laique's eyes were dull and he looked distracted, just like before.
"What a weird thing."
Fang Zhongyong circled around Fang Laique twice. He looked like the earth was rotating. Wherever Fang Zhongyong turned, he was facing that direction.
"Can you please stop transferring?"
Fang Chongyong asked angrily.
"Okay, Langjun."
Fang Laique stopped turning, and Fang Chongyong was very suspicious. Others called him a "moron" before, but he was afraid that the real idiot was Fang Laique...probably.
Or maybe it was both of them.
"Let's go walk around the streets."
Fang Chongyong patted Fang Laique on the shoulder and said.
There was nothing to pack in the room. After they left, they would not come back. They would live in the most luxurious Lotus Pond Courtyard in Kuizhou immediately.
Of course, this was not because Zheng Shuqing was kind-hearted and resented Fang Chongyong and others' lack of food and housing, but because he was afraid that Fang Chongyong would take the opportunity to run away.
High EQ: Neighboring the governor of Kuizhou.
Low EQ: under house arrest.
Fang Zhongyong, who had nothing to gain, chose to step on the watermelon rind and slide wherever he wanted.
When the two came to the street, they saw that the shops were already open for business, completely unaffected by the previous burning of the mountain by the Liao people.
The three-story "Fengxian Tower" stands not far away. It looks very luxurious and the decoration is also very elegant.
Pillars supported by several people hugging each other, emerald green glazed tiles, vermilion walls surrounding it on three sides, carved railings and jade railings cannot describe its luxury.
Apart from entertaining businessmen, Fang Chongyong could not imagine the existence of this kind of restaurant had any meaning. He somewhat understood how the tariff of 300,000 yuan in Jiangguan, Kuizhou was collected.
The locals in Kuizhou don't necessarily have much money. The rich ones are the literati and merchants who come and go there.
As soon as he saw Fang Chongyong and the others coming, a chubby waiter hurriedly came over and greeted him warmly: "Isn't this Fang Langjun, who was born to be a great man? Please come in, please come in, all the expenses today will be counted as our own, and they will be free of charge." .”
After hearing this, Fang Chongyong once thought that he had become "Mr. Zhao".
"Someone knows so soon?"
Fang Chongyong asked in surprise.
"Look what you said, the capital of Kuizhou is such a big place, and there are only so many people from Chang'an. Where is there anything new under the sun?"
The fat guy said with a smile.
Fang Chongyong was wandering in the lobby of the restaurant and saw many wooden boards hanging on the wall. Many literati came here to write poems and left them on the wooden boards. If the writing is good, it can be hung directly on the wall for future generations to appreciate. If the writing is not good, although it is not eligible to be "hanged on the wall", it can still be used to pay for a meal.
Looking up, one can see the poem about bamboo branches written by Gu Kuang, a poet from the Tang Dynasty.
"The emperor's son Cangwu has not returned, and the clouds are flying under the leaves in the Dongting. After the people of Ba sang the bamboo branches at night, the sound of the apes with broken hearts gradually became fainter."
Zhuzhi Ci is originally a poetry style, originally taken from folk songs in Ba and Chongqing. It is said that during the Spring and Autumn Period, the troops of the Ba Kingdom sang while fighting. Later, the local villagers used it to celebrate the good harvest, singing and dancing. Later, it evolved into poems about local customs and customs, which are famous for being easy to understand and catchy.
Gu Kuang probably hasn't taken the imperial examination yet, but he didn't expect that he also traveled to Kuizhou and left a poem.
It’s really ticklish!
"Let's put my first born as a distinguished person on the list."
Fang Chongyong said shamelessly to the fat guy.
After ordering some special dishes to be served, Chongyong greeted the waiter after he was seated and asked, "What are the specialties of Kuizhou?"
"Of course it is this."
The waiter pointed to the clothes on his body and said: "Kuizhou linen is not inferior to Shu brocade, and is the best in Shu."
Kuizhou linen is also called ramie or linen. It is the flagship product of Kuizhou handicraft industry.
"any left?"
Fang Chongyong was irritated. Of course he knew that linen in Kuizhou was sold well all over the world, but the market for this business was already saturated and the government could not get involved.
Don't underestimate these merchants. Behind them, there is most likely one or several aristocratic families or royal families. Kuizhou is only the place of origin, and Luoyang, Chang'an is the gold selling cave. The sales channels of linen are not controlled by the country of origin.
These are not existences that Fang Chongyong can afford to offend.
The principles of business in the past life can still be used as a reference today. If you can't control the sales channels, you can't control the pricing power.
"Well, if Lang Jun wants to ask what else there is in Kuizhou. The tigers in the mountains, the white apes, and the black ghosts (cormorants) by the river are all there."
The fat guy obviously didn't want to say anything more. He asked perfunctorily. It was obvious that he didn't want to be "whoreed for nothing" by Fang Chongyong again.
Trade secrets are nothing new these days. Trying to find out some "interesting" information without spending any money is tantamount to seeking fish in a tree.
Fang Chongyong understood instantly and mumbled a few words.
The "Steamed Yuanjia Li", "Jiaqing Li", "Hun Yang Buhu", etc. presented by this restaurant are all famous dishes in Chang'an.
Fang Youde is old-fashioned, but the shopkeeper of the restaurant is anything but. He is very attentive to Fang Zhongyong.
"Hmm, Lang Jun, why don't you eat."
Seeing Fang Chongyong motionless and holding the chopsticks without stopping, Fang Laique said vaguely while eating: "It's really delicious, much better than what I made."
"The master didn't even eat it, how come you, a servant, did it?"
Fang Chongyong asked angrily.
"Because I want to test the poison on Mr. Lang."
Fang Laique said boldly, not feeling embarrassed at all.
"Okay, okay, remember to pack it after you finish eating."
After a while, Fang Laique followed Fang Chongyong carrying a wooden box filled with uneaten leftovers.
The two of them left Kuizhou City and came to the riverside. They saw many peasant women working in the fields on the river bank. Many of them had large tumor-like bumps on the backs of their necks, some of which were as big as a baby's head. Looking at them, How appalling!
In his two lifetimes, Fang Chongyong has never seen so many patients with tumors together.
He quickly stopped a young traveler beside him who was heading towards the gate of Kuizhou Fucheng and asked, "Why do these women have such a condition on the back of their necks?"
"What else can I do? I drank too much river water. You can't drink the river water in Sichuan. If you drink too much, galls will form. The water vapor will evaporate during the day. If there is too much miasma, people will get sick. Has Xiao Langjun just arrived in Kuizhou?"
The man asked in confusion.
Thinking of the strange smell of the water he drank when he first woke up, and Zheng Shuqing's pride when making tea, Fang Chongyong understood that in Kuizhou, the water you drink represents what class you are in!
From drinking river water when he wakes up to drinking "Nongfu Spring" later, he has achieved a class jump.
Although still very weak.
"Excuse me, your Majesty, the river water is so terrible, what should I do if I want to drink water?"
Fang Chongyong humbly asked for advice.
The man laughed loudly and said: "You are so polite, Mr. Young Master. There are twenty-four Wuhou Wells in Kuizhou City. They were dug in Kuizhou City when Prime Minister Zhuge Baidi was entrusted with the task. They are still there today. exist.
It's just that it's under the jurisdiction of the government and requires a small fee. Most people in the capital city of Kuizhou drink well water.
If the husband knew some powerful people, wouldn't it be nice to bring the spring water from the mountain directly into the house? Can you rent a shabby room for me then? "
The man saw that Fang Chongyong looked like a young adult and couldn't help but tease him.
"Can mountain springs be introduced into the house?"
Fang Chongyong seemed to have heard something big.
"You don't understand this. In the early years, rich people used thick bamboo pipes to divert the spring water from the top of the mountain for several miles, directly to the city. The spring water is sweet and can not only be drank directly, but also tastes wonderful when brewed into tea. This Shujiang water is so delicious to drink. No, no, no drinking!"
This young man is a talkative person, and his chatterbox will never end once he opens it.
After he finished speaking, Fang Chongyong smiled and said: "I live in Kuizhou City now, dare I ask for your name?"
Someone who can tell so many things in one breath is definitely not a commoner in the mountains. Fang Chongyong still has this kind of discernment.
"If you are not talented, I will take care of my situation. See you soon!"
The man waved his hand and said goodbye politely, turned around and strode away.
"Gu Kuang...it seems like I've heard it somewhere."
Fang Chongyong felt that his brain was getting worse and worse, and there were always things he could remember but not remember.
"Langjun, Langjun! Isn't Gu Kuang the one in Fengxian Tower who writes bamboo-branch poems and hangs them on the wall?"
Fang Laique suddenly realized it and finally remembered.
Well, the one who wrote Zhuzhici is a very enthusiastic and cheerful person.
Seeing the hardship of people's livelihood, Fang Chongyong immediately stood in awe of Zheng Shuqing's mediocre idea of only receiving 90% of the rent. Maybe his little thought can keep many people at the bottom alive for a few days.
God has the virtue of a good life, how can humans not have it?
Governor Zheng was confused, and there was also some evil in human nature, but he was still very reliable in handling big things. Fang Chongyong decided to help him out and escort him back to Chang'an Central Center.
I arrived at the Lotus Pond Mansion with a disappointed look on my face. After entering the central hall, I saw Zheng Shuqing pacing back and forth in the yard, looking very anxious.
"Why are you like an ant on a hot pot?"
Fang Chongyong asked very bluntly.
"Come on, come on, I have something important to discuss with you!"
Like a thief, Zheng Shuqing pulled Fang Chongyong into the study in the back hall.
After the two of them sat down, he handed an official letter to Fang Chongyong to read.
"The imperial court is sending a special envoy to Kuizhou?"
Fang Chongyong asked with a surprised look on his face.
"Yes, the official document was sent from Guizhou (Zigui), saying that the imperial envoys have set off from Guizhou to Kuizhou for me to receive them. But I don't even know what ship the attendants are on! Let me receive them. What to do?
You said, could he be here for that matter? "
Zheng Shuqing was so anxious that he stood up from the high stool and paced back and forth.
Seeing Fang Chongyong's expression of contemplation and silence, Zheng Shuqing asked eagerly: "Didn't you say you already have a good plan? Tell me, what can you do?"
"Please send someone who is well versed in the livelihood of Kuizhou to accompany me. I will wander around Kuizhou Mansion these two days. When the time comes, I will naturally give you a satisfactory answer."
Hearing what Fang Chongyong said, Zheng Shuqing felt a little at ease. He nodded helplessly and said: "That's all we have to do. I will make arrangements now. You should get up early tomorrow. Time is running out, so don't hesitate!"
…
Early the next morning, Fang Chongyong was called to the government office by Zheng Shuqing. Also called at the same time was a clerk wearing black linen clothes. Apart from a scar on his face and his slightly worn and shabby clothes, there was nothing special about him.
"He Chengjiong! You will follow this young gentleman from today on. You can do whatever he asks you to do. Do you hear me?"
Zheng Shuqing scolded the man named He Chengjiong with a very bad attitude, completely different from that of the other party Chongyong.
The man didn't feel dissatisfied when he heard the words of the governor of Kuizhou. He just saluted respectfully and said, "I accept your order."
He turned around and saluted the other party Chongyong and said: "I am a bad commander in Kuizhou. Please give me your instructions. I will do my best!"
Bad person? Bad handsome?
Can you do martial arts? Can you fly? Is there a Longquan sword? Do you know Yuan Tiangang?
Fang Chongyong had many questions in his mind, but he showed no expression on his face. He just nodded slightly and said, "Just follow me. Let's go now."
The two of them left the government office. Today, Fang Chongyong asked Fang Laique to learn how to cook from the chef inside the Lianhuachi mansion, which might be useful in the future. So he doesn't have that little tail behind him at the moment.
When I came to Kuizhou Street, it was still overcrowded today, and the prosperity was unusual and unreal.
Fang Chongyong looked at He Chengjiong and asked, "Besides linen, is there anything else that can be obtained in Kuizhou Prefecture?"
Bad people were not people in the official establishment of the Tang Dynasty. By analogy, they were more like Fang Chongyong's co-policeman in his previous life, but his status was lower. After taking a case from the government, if the bad guy cannot solve the case within three days, he will be whipped and his back will be whipped.
What a miserable old age.
However, there are also historical data that suggest that this is only the superficial job of the bad guys. In fact, they have the responsibility of supervising various places for the royal family. Fang Chongyong was not sure about the specific details.
"Back to Langjun, the trade routes for linen and other items have been monopolized by wealthy merchants. And Kuizhou's fruits, such as pomelo, orange and other items, cannot be sold at a high price. If Langjun wants to eat them, I can arrange it." People go and pick.
As for white apes, tigers and leopards, I don’t think Mr. Lang would want them..."
He Chengjiong talked for a long time but refused to get to the point. Fang Chongyong retorted impatiently: "My father is the censor of Shannan East Road. Originally, I wanted to do something in my career when I grew up. It was when I was short of manpower that I wanted to support him." You didn’t expect it.”
Fang Chongyong was about to speak but stopped.
He Chengjiong said quickly: "Mr. Lang, don't worry, I have just hit the key point. The things that Kuizhou can get are wine and boats."
His eyes flashed, and he looked confident.
"Okay, then take me to have a look before we talk."
